I don't know how she fits all these kids in a two-bedroom apartment. Maybe she stacks them up in bunk beds. Maybe she keeps some on a shelf, all I know is that I feel terrible for them. I can almost see their future, and it looks pathetic. Plus, they're ugly. Those poor kids have nothing going for them.
The woman blasts her music so loudly that it rattles my windows and shakes the floor. I went downstairs today to ask her to turn it down, but I heard her screaming - literally screaming - at her kids, so I turned around and went back upstairs. It was terrifying. Maybe she blasts the music to cover the sound of her beating them.
Six days. We have 359 more to go until the lease is up. What a mistake. The kids cry all day and all night and she screams at them to "shut the fuck up, why do you have to cry all the time you asshole?" It's horrible to listen to. I feel so depressed and disappointed in humanity because of this woman, and it's only been SIX DAYS.
As I was typing that last paragraph I heard a thump that shook the entire house, a child start crying, and her scream, "Shut the fuck up! Get in the kitchen you little asshole!"
359 days is a long time.


